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Super Bowel Sunday

The big game is usually a bit of a letdown so we didn't get up to much for this one. Had a few boys over at the house and needled Normy about his curious hatred of Ben Roethlisberger (Normy likes everyone!). Strangely, earlier in the week, he had to admit that he would quietly be rooting for the Steelers because he liked Jerome Bettis, and going home to win the Super Bowl in your last game would be cool as hell. The game worked out just about perfectly for Normy. The Steelers won and Bettis retired a champ. Meanwhile, Roethlisberger stunk it up and may have had the lowest QB rating of the winning quarterback in SuperBowl history. Now that the Tom Brady comparaisons can cease and Normy's boy Carson Palmer is secure as the best young quarterback in the game, hopefully Normy will put the voodoo doll away. I'll stick up for the guy; look at the shirt he's wearing!

So the SuperBowl truly is a spectacle but it's kind of sad when the halftime show offered more excitment than the game itself. And truthfully, for all the athletic prowess of the players, Mick Jagger's ageless energy was again the most impressive sight of the evening.

Speaking of athletes...yesterday was also Jonny Wolstenholme's birthday. When the topic ever comes up; without hesitation, I throw Jonny's name out there as the best athlete I have ever known. Not because he is the best skier and surfer I know. Not because he played representative soccer and was as courageous as they come on the rugby field. Not even because he can whip me left-handed on the tennis court. It's because New Year's Day 2000 at 10 am he balanced on a big balloon for what seemed like 1/2 an hour and, at the time, it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.

Happy Birthday Jonny, you old fart!

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posted by Vitamin S @ 5:45 p.m.